Brother John
Joe Taylor Sutkowski
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[Verse 1]
My brother John, mm-mm
The blessed son
Sitting in your castle, searching for an answer
[Verse 2]
Your eyes grow sore as you hold your breath
You step outside to a man in crimson red
[Verse 3]
My brother John, mm-mm
I see your pain
Pouring from your wrinkles, visionary symbols
[Verse 4]
You pull a string that'll never give
So plug your ears and I’ll wait for Ada to call
For Ada to save us all
My brother John, mm-mm
The blessed son
Sitting in your castle, searching for an answer
[Verse 2]
Your eyes grow sore as you hold your breath
You step outside to a man in crimson red
[Verse 3]
My brother John, mm-mm
I see your pain
Pouring from your wrinkles, visionary symbols
[Verse 4]
You pull a string that'll never give
So plug your ears and I’ll wait for Ada to call
For Ada to save us all
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